Chapter 10

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**Gisselle's POV**

"Where am I?" I mumbled.

"Shh, don't talk" Someone said but I didn't recognized their voice.

I didn't say anything and I laid there still. I could barley see anything. Everything was a blur. I was so confused. I heard beeping noises and I could smell plastic and hand sanitizer. Then everything went dark.

"I'm so sorry, I love you, please wake up. I'm so sorry" I herd someone say while waking up.

I tried saying something but I couldn't. I opened my eyes and I could see Dee crying and next to me.

"Dee?" I said so confused.

"Oh my god, you're awake! Nurse! She's awake!" He yelled.

I then noticed I was in the hospital. The nurse rushed in and took Dee outside of the room.

"Why am I here?" I asked the nurse.

"You had a car accident" she said writing something down in her clipboard.

"Am I ganna be okay? Where are my parents?" I said tearing up.

"You're going to be okay. Your parents are in the waiting room"

"I want to see them"

"Okay."

The nurse left and I was there alone. How could I've been so stupid and drove drunk?! I'm so stupid.

**Dee's POV**

It was 3:00 am and I got a phone call from Melissa crying & saying Gisselle was in the hospital. I rushed to the hospital. I sneaked in her room to see her. All I wanted was to see her and make sure she was okay. I couldn't believe this had happened to her, it was all my fault.

I saw a doctor walk up to Gisselle's parents and talk. They sat back down worried. I walked up to them.

"Uh hi my names Dee and I guess you can say I'm one of Gisselle's friends. Is she going to be okay?" I asked nervously.

"The doctors are doing everything they can. She broke her left leg and hit her head pretty hard. She lost a lot of blood. They are saying she can even loose her memory for who knows how long" Her mom tells me.

I was shocked and even more worried. I didn't know what to say or how to react.

"Loose her memory?! No, she can't!" I yelled.

"I know, I know. It's terrible" Her mom said crying.

"When can I see her again?" I asked.

"The doctor said in an hour we can see her"

I say back down, next to Melissa and Bobby.

"It's all my fault. I should have told Gisselle to sleep over too." Melissa said.

"It's not your fault, it's no ones fault"
Bobby told Melissa.

After more than an hour the doctor came out. I jumped up from my seat to see what he was going to say.

"You guys may see her now" He said.

We all walked inside.

She was laying down. She looked so peaceful yet so hurt. I just wanted to switch places with her. I wanted to be laying down on that bead instead of her. I didn't want her suffering. I would rather be suffering than her.

"Gisselle? Your family and friends are here" a nurse said.

Gisselle opened her eyes. She looked at each and every one of us and sat up a little, scared.

"Who are these people?!" She asked the nurse.

Right then I was so hurt. She had lost her memory. My heart felt like it was shattered into little pieces. I couldn't believe she didn't remember me.

"It's me Dee! You don't remember me?! Gisselle, please tell me you remember me" I said crying.

"I'm sorry.. But I don't know who you are, any of you."

Everyone was sobbing and crying. Her mom and dad just stood there shocked but tears coming out of there eyes. Melissa was hugging Bobby and crying.

"When will she remember again?!" Gisselle's mom asked.

"We can't answer that, no one can. It may take days, weeks, or years. I'm very sorry" The nurse answered.

Gisselle's mom ran out crying and Gisselle's Dad running after her. Then Bobby and Melissa left. And I was alone again with Gisselle.

"You sure you don't remember me" I asked.

"No, I'm so sorry"

"It's okay, you'll remember soon" I said fake smiling.

"She needs rest son. You can see her again tomorrow." The nurse told me.

"Okay. Bye Gisselle" I said

I wanted to tell her "I love you." But I couldn't. It was like if I was talking to a complete stranger now.

I walked out and headed to my car. I still couldn't believe she doesn't remember me. I felt like dying.

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